It was the late 1960s on my grandma and grandpa’s farm in North Todd County, Kentucky. Back then, every day seemed bigger than life, filled with chores to do, fields to explore, and a hundred ways for kids to get into trouble before sundown. On one particular morning, Grandma was packing a lunch for herself […]
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As I’m sitting here recovering from a robotic triple bypass I had just two weeks ago, I’ve had a lot of time to think. Thankfully, I was a candidate for the robotic procedure — it’s less invasive, and the healing is quicker. I’ve had plenty of support — family, friends, kind words, and prayers. And
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It was about four o’clock in the afternoon on prom day, 1977, when I had just picked up my tuxedo in Hopkinsville. The suit bag was hanging in the back seat of my ’74 Camaro, and I was running behind. The plan was simple—get home, get cleaned up, and get to the prom. But somewhere
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When I was a kid, there was no place in the world like my grandparents’ house in North todd. It wasn’t anything grand — just a simple farm house sitting quiet against the rolling fields — but when you stepped through the front door, it was like stepping into another world. A world where everything
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Forty-eight years ago today, April 10, 1977, the morning started out peaceful and full of promise. The sun rose in a bright blue sky, casting a warm glow over our little part of the world. Everything felt normal—just like any other Sunday. My sister Karen had to leave the house that morning for something—I can’t
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Every time I see an old yearbook photo or pictures posted on the Todd County Ky. Memories page, I feel that familiar tug—like a door cracking open to another lifetime. The faces stare back, frozen in time, from hallways and classrooms that once felt like the center of the world. And yet, in what feels like the
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Back in my high school days, mornings didn’t start with books—they started with engines and rock ‘n’ roll. Before the first bell ever rang, we made our laps around the high school parking lot—windows down, cigarettes burning, and radios blasting. Somebody had Bob Seger’s “Night Moves” and “Fire Down Below” playing—the kind of songs that felt like they were written
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The Baby Boomer generation includes those born between 1946 and 1964 Todd County, Kentucky, has always been a place where hard work and community spirit define its people. When World War II ended, young men returned home, eager to build their futures. Families grew, farms flourished, and a new generation was born—the Baby Boomers. From Guthrie
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The rumble of big blocks and small blocks alike still echoes in my memory, the roar of exhausts bouncing off the darkened fields lining Allensville Road. Back in the ’70s, just a couple of miles outside of town, Todd County had its own little slice of speed—a quarter-mile stretch of straight blacktop we simply called
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People often look back on the past with a warm, nostalgic glow, believing that those were the “good old days.” Yet, while living through those moments, they never realized their significance. This paradox is rooted in the nature of human perception, memory, and the way we construct meaning over time. The Illusion of the PresentThe
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